UNDER the lindens on the heather, There was our double resting-place, Side by side and close together Garnered blossoms, crushed, and grass Nigh a shaw in such a vale: Tandaradei, Sweetly sang the nightingale. I came a-walking through the grasses; Lo! my dear was come before. Ah! what befell then—listen, listen, lasses— Makes me glad for evermore. Kisses?—thousands in good sooth: Tandaradei, See how red they've left my mouth. There had he made ready—featly, fairly— All of flow'ring herbs a yielding bed, And that place in secret still smiles rarely. If by chance your foot that path should tread, You might see the roses pressed, Tandaradei, Where e'enow my head did rest. How he lay beside me, did a soul discover (Now may God forfend such shame from me): Not a soul shall know it save my lover; Not a soul could see save I and he, And a certain small brown bird: Tandaradei, Trust him not to breathe a word. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE BOUGH OF NONSENSE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE VOYAGE OF MAELDUNE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT: 21 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) SONG: 5 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO MR. WILLIAM BASSE UPON THE NOW PUBLISHING OF HIS POEMS by RALPH BATHURST BESIDE THE SHORE ROAD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TO THE MEMORY OF A FRIEND WHO DIED ON SABBATH MORNING by ELIZABETH BOGART |